Father wears his Sunday bestMother's tired she needs a restThe kids are playing up downstairsSister's sighing in her sleepBrother's got a date to keepHe can't hang around

Our house, in the middle of our streetOur house, in the middle of our ...

Our house it has a crowdThere's always something happeningAnd it's usually quite loudOur mum she's so house-proudNothing ever slows her downAnd a mess is not allowed

Our house, in the middle of our streetOur house, in the middle of our ...Something tells you that you've got to get away from it

Father gets up late for workMother has to iron his shirtThen she sends the kids to schoolSees them off with a small kissShe's the one they're going to missIn lots of ways

I remember way back then when everything was true and whenWe would have such a very good time such a fine timeSuch a happy timeAnd I remember how we'd play simply waste the day awayThen we'd say nothing would come between us two dreamers

Our house, was our castle and our keepOur house, in the middle of our streetOur house, that was where we used to sleepOur house, in the middle of our streetOur house, in the middle of our street